John Hazon Palen
Dear Little Brother
We love yet we fight each other.
What a tricky thing!
But that was then and now's here.
Quibbles went weeping.
The sun and moon now high-five.
This day has been wild.
That night and forest lost might.
They're once dark alike.
Life's zigzag road plays unfair.
Such is cruel world's game.
But somehow our feet were trained,
Each rough turning's no pain.
The hills we're from seemed mazes.
But watch our traces,
Full of guts and steadfast faith,
Heading to success.
Seeing you proves I ain't alone.
Together we scored.
Yes, we're now stones throw from home.
Sunshine gladness fills my core.
Good hearts sure can soar.
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